Gemini.Finnegans.Wake.31
So then she started raining, raining, and in a pair of changers, be dom ter, she was back again at Jarl von Hoother’s and the Larryhill with her under her abromette. And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm? And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantrybox, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs (Dare! O dare!), and the jiminy Toughertrees and the dummy were belove on the watercloth, kissing and spitting, and roguing and poghuing, like knavepaltry and naivebride and in their second infancy. And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of porter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, come hiphop handihap out through the pikeopened arkway of his three shuttoned castles, in his broadginer hat and his civic cholar and his allabuff hemmed ahd his bullbraggin soxangloves and his ladbroke breeks and his cattegut bandolair and his furframed panuncular combottes like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman in his violet indigonation, to hte whole longth of the strongth of his bowman’s bill.
On this Sunday morning, the fable of the Jarl and the prankquean reaches its dramatic climax. This paragraph describes her third and final visit, and the Jarl’s long-awaited, explosive reaction.
The Third Return
The prankquean returns with the second twin, Hilary (now called Larryhill). The scene inside the Jarl’s home is one of complete disarray. The Jarl is no longer in the pub but in his pantry, ruminating like a cow, building his courage. The first twin, Tristopher (now Toughertrees), is on the floor with the mother-effigy (dummy), engaged in a perverse game of kissing and spitting. The family has been thoroughly disordered by the prankquean’s raids.
The Final Challenge
For the third and final time, the prankquean issues her challenge in front of an “Archway of Triumph.” The riddle is now tripled, addressed to the Trinity (Mark the Tris):
…why do I am alook alike three poss of porter pease?
The Jarl Erupts
This final, tripled challenge works. The “skirt-skirmishes” are over. The door is not shut this time. Instead, the Jarl himself comes bursting out.
For like the campbells acoming with a fork lance of lightning, Jarl von Hoother Boanerges himself, the old terror of the dames, come hiphop handihap out…
He is no longer a lonely, passive figure. He is now Boanerges, a “Son of Thunder,” spurred into action. His emergence, however, is not heroic but comical. He comes out clumsily (hiphop handihap), and his battle costume is a ridiculous, mismatched collection of civic and military gear.
He looks like a rudd yellan gruebleen orangeman in his violet indigonation—a red-yellow-green Orangeman (a member of the Protestant Orange Order) dressed in clashing purple. He is an absurd, furious figure embodying all the warring factions and colours of Irish history in one indignant man.
The prankquean’s strategy has succeeded. She has forced the isolated male patriarch out of his sterile keep and into the world for a direct confrontation. The long siege is over, and the battle is about to begin.
30/08/2025, P23.03, to be continued.